Hard bubble

This is such a dreadful place. I hate pretending. But I don’t think I’ll be able to survive without pretending. Or smiling. Two face three face four face five face how many faces. Saying things that I obviously do not mean feel think. It’s so dreadful. People, I hate people. How they look like, the things they do, what they sad. It all gets to me, to my nerves. If only I could draw a little bubble around myself, but a non-bubble concept of a bubble. Because bubbles can be burst.